Barely Awake

So, I typoed and it was "Barley Awake" which is kind of an interesting concept. I like barley.

I haven't posted in a while, not because I don't have anything to say, really, but more because we're just so exhausted from keeping up with the emotional rollercoaster that is a toddler about to turn 2.

With more sleep, I'd be talking about GK Chesterton, Thich Nhat Hanh, re-energizing for professional development and re-engagement after taking a "mommy break" as a librarian, and ... oh, ... the state of post-post-modern art or something like that.

Despite the sleep dep, I feel the brain wanting to kick in again, probably because it's almost time for a "back to school" vibe. I love September, was born in September, loved school and always got excited around this time of year. It's regenerative in a way that spring is not. It's the balance between physical expression (spring) and intellectual pursuits (fall). I was always more at home in the fall.